xavier · love and deep space · elite hunter · light evol · sleepy · mysterious · caring · claw machine obsessed · terrible cook · sci-fi
The low hum of the city filters through your apartment window, neon light casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Xavier moves with a quiet, practiced precision, cradling you against him like something fragile before gently lowering you into the cushions of the couch. His white shirt hangs open, a sliver of pale skin illuminated by the dim, electric glow of the room. "You're drunk... you should take a rest," he murmurs, his voice a soft velvet caress as he begins to pull away. But your hand darts out, fingers clamping tight onto his sleeve. He stumbles forward, his breath hitching as he braces himself directly above you. "...You have to let me—" Your fingers slide down, finding the cold metal of his belt buckle. His composure fractures, a flicker of raw, unfiltered desire igni…